Liam

My toes dig into the sand, the cool water splashing up on my legs. The night is quiet with a slight breeze creating waves out on the water. When warm hands slide beneath my arms and over my chest, I smile and turn to Aria. I catch the strain in her eyes, and understand perfectly. I’m right there with her.

Tonight is all we’ve got left.

I can only hope I’ve begun to show her that right here with me is where she belongs. Though as I stare into her eyes, I’m torn between wanting her to realize this and hating to see her struggle like she is. “You don’t want this night to end?” I ask, brushing a thumb across her cheek.

“Here everything is very uncomplicated,” she admits.

I brush my fingers across her cheeks, tucking her hair behind her ears, appreciating her honesty. “What’s so complicated?” I need to get through to her, no matter what.

She stares into my eyes, the moonlight casting a stunning glow across her face. “I thought we’d have this epic weekend of hot sex.”

I arch a single eyebrow. “Have we not had that?”

She laughs softly, leaning her palms against my chest. “Of course, we have, but it’s more than hot sex. I like being with you. Today, it was…”

“Easy,” I offer, understanding completely.

She nods and smiles. “It feels good being around you.”

Now that’s exactly what I want to hear. “I know it feels good.”

“How do you know?”

“Because it works, you and I.”

Her brows draw together, confusion so heavy in her eyes. “How can you be so sure about me?”

“You’re unforgettable, Aria.”

I see the way my words affect her, softening her eyes. “See, it’s things like that. Why do you have to say stuff like that?”

“It’s the truth.”

“Is it?” she asks, wide-eyed.

That’s when I see what this is all about. Jackson has poisoned her mind. She’s desperate to believe me but she can’t. And she can’t because Jackson has clearly told her not to trust me. I hate him for that, as much as I hate him for everything he’s done. I refuse to waste my last night with Aria thinking about Jackson. I step closer, sliding both of my hands across her face. “Stay here with me, Aria.” I brush my lips across hers. “Can you do that?”

Her eyes search mine. It’s clear she’s fighting against all the lies in her mind to what the truth of my touch holds. “I can try,” she says gently.

“That’s all I ask.”

It wasn’t, though. Not truly. She knows that truth. So do I. I want her to give me everything. I want to wake up next to her in the morning. I want to go to sleep with her safe in my arms. There is not a memory from this night on that I don’t want her in.

To remind her how real things are between us, and to break the hold the lies have on her mind, I take her hand and lead her back into the house, locking the door behind me. Up until now, I’ve played gently. I won’t anymore. She’s mine, and it’s about time she knows it.

When we reach the bathroom, I stop in the middle of the room and look at her. I drop any shields I usually keep up, where I fight the dominance I feel around her. Now I flood her with all of me. Perhaps it’s the way I look at her, or something more, but her pupils dilate, lips part and she begins breathing heavily, anticipation peppering the air.

“Undress and then press your hands against the vanity and wait for me,” I tell her.

I don’t stick around to see if she obeys my instructions. I know she will. I leave the bathroom and move to the bedroom, opening the dresser drawer when I get there. I fetch out the items I bought before the trip and then I return to Aria. I stop in the doorway, studying the beauty who did exactly as I asked. My vision narrows on her, a gorgeous woman there for my taking. “I want you,” I tell her, not getting closer, letting her anticipate my moving to her. “All of you. Will you give me that, Aria?”

“Yes,” she rasps, staring at me in the mirror.

I smile letting her know I like that answer then approach. When I step in next to her, I place the black crop, black silk ribbon, and a silver butt plug on the vanity in her line of vision. “Do you truly want to give me everything I want?” I ask again, letting her back out.

“Yes,” she says.

I slide my hand across the small of her back feeling the slight tremble beneath her flesh. “If you say stop, I stop. This isn’t about pushing limits. Do you understand?”

She shivers against me. “What if I want to push my limits?”

Regardless that I find her amusing and grin, I lean down and nip her shoulder hard, loving the gasp she gives me. I look at her through the mirror and say more firmly now, “Do you understand?”

Dark eyes greet me. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” I reach for her hands, taking the black ribbon and tying her wrists. “Ah, look what I have here, such a pretty present.” I hook that ribbon over the faucet, keeping her bound there, then I step in behind her, undressing as I stare at her. “Spread your legs.” She wiggles her legs open wider, and I instruct, “Arch your back. I want to see what’s mine this weekend, Aria.”

Her bottom jiggles slightly with her shiver as she arches her back, showing off her damp folds glistening in the light. “That’s it,” I murmur, absorbing the desire she pulls out in me. “So very pretty.” I reach for the crop and slide the leather up her thigh over her bottom to drag down the other thigh. I don’t stop that teasing, continuing to drag the crop up the long line of her spine, letting her anticipate when I’m going to strike her.

Just when I see the slight quiver, a telling sign her adrenaline is running high, I lightly tap my way down her spine to her ass, where I swat each butt cheek before I slide the leather against her reddened flesh.

I glance at her face in the mirror and she’s watching me intently, a sexy gleam in her eyes. It’s playful. I like her this way, surrendering to me. I glance away from her face, paying attention to her body while I continue to drag the crop over her until I’m sliding it down her puckered knot and over her wet folds.

She moans, and I listen to what she’s telling me. I step in behind her, squatting and staring at her ready entrance. I gently tap the crop up against her clit, once, twice, three times.

Just when I can tell she’s right there, I use the flat of the crop to rub against her bundle of nerves until her legs begin shaking. It’s a sexy show of her accepting pleasure, and it hardens my dick to steel.

Her breath hitches, her moans cutting off with her rising pleasure, but I won’t allow her to come this way. I drop the crop, spread her cheeks with my hands and from underneath, I suck on her clit. Hard. Purposeful. Intent.

It’s no surprise she immediately explodes against me. The only thing holding her up is my hands and her shuddering pussy against my mouth. When her knees lock again and she’s gasping for breath, I lick her slit, treating myself to her taste.

When her soft, satisfied moans fill the air again, I rise and move to the drawer taking out the bottle of lube. I drop a generous amount into my hand then stroke the butt plug as I move to her. I rub the remainder of liquid on my hand across her puckered knot, then I spread her cheeks and place just the tip of the plug against her ass.

With my free hand, I grab her hair, loving the way she moans when I do. I’ll use each and every on button she has to my advantage. I lean down kissing her shoulder while I use my hand to bend her head, exposing her neck to me. I wait until her moans grow deeper, raspier, then I push against the plug, slowly. I don’t need to rush. I want her body aching for whatever I give her, opening to all that I want.

I drag my lips from her neck to her mouth when I grab her neck, holding firmly while I take her mouth in the ways I’ve yearned to take her. It’s dominating. It’s passionate. It’s wild and dirty. And I fucking love how she melts beneath me.

When the plug finally pushes past the tight rim and settles into place, I finish with a slow slide of my tongue against her parted lips before I lean away and lift the thick ribbon off the facet and tug her forward. Her eyes are dark, nipples tight, all but begging for my mouth.

I grab the lube again before we step into the shower, and I grasp her hip, positioning her to stand under the water. My focus narrows on her when I turn the cold water on. Her eyes go huge and her gasp sizzles over me; I like waking her up like this. From hot to cold, I want her fucking alive for me.

Only when I note her hard tremble do I add warm water and step under the stream, grabbing her chin and using my body to push her back against the wall. I kiss her mouth, her cool soft flesh against my hot, hard body; it’s a stark contrast that I revel in. I slide my hands up her arms raising them above her head, deepening the kiss. I reach for the ribbon and attach it to the hook that I added there Thursday night for this sole purpose.

Now bound in the shower beneath the stream, and with the intensity of what I feel for her burning through me, I grab her chin firmly, angling her mouth and kissing her roughly. I bite her lips and suck on them, telling her I own her. She’s doing what I want her to do, she’s softening beneath me, gasping against my lips, owned by my pleasure.

The water is warm over her, trailing down my face splashing against our mouths. I refuse to wait any longer. I grasp her hip and bend slightly at the knee finding her slit, then I enter her in one swift stroke. Her loud moan echoes against the shower walls while I pump my throbbing cock inside her. I don’t play around when I fuck Aria. I know she likes it hard. And that’s how I’ll give it to her. Because I want her exploding into her orgasm.

I feel the early quivers against my cock, the tightening of her inner muscles, telling me I could easily send her flying but I don’t want that. I want nothing less than her boneless tonight. I spin her so she’s pressed against the glass shower wall, tightening the bindings on her wrists. I reach down and grab the lube, keeping myself out of the stream of the shower, and drench my cock in the lube before dropping the container to the shower’s floor again.

Then I focus on her, caressing her wet, smooth ass.

I reach for the butt plug and slowly take it out, dropping it to the floor. I don’t pause, giving her no time to worry or fret. With one hand on her hip, the other on the base of my dick, I press my cockhead against her puckered knot and I slip the tip in, the plug softening the tight rim as I had hoped. I push inside, steady and gentle, and reach around her body and begin stroking her clit, feeling the shake of her legs.

“See how you like this, Aria? How much you like that I’m touching all the places that you know belong to me?”

“Don’t stop.” She gasps.

I push my hips forward, shoving more of my dick in her ass. I see the way I’m overwhelming her as she’s full-out shuddering now. It’s then I can tell she has a virgin ass. No one’s ever dared touch her this way. Or perhaps knew how to do it right so she didn’t hurt. Because I’m either fulfilling a fantasy or she’s simply overwhelmed by me. Whatever the reason, I like the intensity she’s projecting when I begin shifting my hips. I don’t move fast. I take this slow. I savor the way she squeezes my dick so tight. I moan as the rim slides up and down over my shaft, the water only adding to the overwhelming pleasure. But it’s the statement here I like most of all. She will give me things she’s never given anyone.

The man in me likes that.

It makes the beast inside want to demand more.

Though as the minutes go by, I realize, no matter how tight her ass is and how much I revel in how she feels, I need to see her face when I come. I withdraw, spinning her, loving the half-lidded eyes she’s giving me. I squirt some soap onto my hand and give my dick a clean under the stream of water before I reach for her hip and reenter her swiftly, determined to get us both off.

My thrusts are hard, my pelvis smacking against her, water splashing up around us while I drive lust into her. I cup her face, angling her chin, showing her how I can pin her and make her mine, and within seconds, she’s falling into where I’m taking her.

With a hitch of her breath and a piercing scream, she goes wild, thrashing against me. The fierceness of her orgasm brings mine with little warning. Pleasure rushes down my spine pooling into my cock until I’m roaring and bucking, spurting my seed into her.

When my vision clears and she’s all I see again, I discover something different. A new side of her, maybe. There’s more to her eyes now than satisfaction, there’s something so much deeper, so real and honest. In this second, I have exactly what I asked for. All of her. Without the barriers. Without the poison.